Doctor Whooves: The Eighth Doctor

Doctor Whooves: The Eighth Doctor Chapter 1

“Greetings readers, I must say I’m surprised you decided to read my tale. Surely you could have found something less scientific. But if you do like scientific stuff, then I think you’ll enjoy this story.”

“Oh, where are my manners, I haven’t introduced myself. I’m the Doctor, and why I may look like one, I’m not a pony. I’m actually a Timelord, from the Planet Gallifrey in the constellation of Kasterborous. And while I may look young, I’m actually almost seven hundred years old.”

“I love to travel; the more places to see the better. I get about by traveling in a Timelord ship called the Tardis. It stands for Time And Relative Dimensions In Space. It can go anywhere in Time and Space, and can also disguise itself in any form. But that’s where the problems come in. You see, my Tardis is stuck in the form of a Police Public Call Box, you know the ones that were seen around Canterlot a few years after Luna’s banishment. However I like how it looks, which is why I don’t fix the circuits.”

“But traveling through time and space does have its problems. I’ve faced the toughest monsters you could ever think of. These include the Cyberponies, a race of ponies who are completely robotic except for their brains, but they’ve been rewritten so that all they want to do is turn all living things in Cyberponies.”

“And then there’s the Daleks. Ugh…sorry, I just hate talking about them…but you have the right to know.”

“Daleks are the cruelest beings in the universe. They used to be a race of “ponies” that lived peacefully on their planet. But after their planet became too toxic for them to survive, they adapted. They retreated inside of these metal shells. They look like pepper shakers. They have a single mechanical eyestalk mounted on a rotating dome. Their lower part is slanted at the front, and they have “bumps” over the lower area. But they also have weapons. One is a plunger like device that could be used to suck the life out of someone, or hack computers. The other weapon is a gun. It looks like a whisk that you use to cook with. But this gun can shoot out a laser that will kill you instantly.”

“But the worst thing about the Daleks are there emotions, they don’t have any, except for one: Hate. The Daleks think they are the greatest beings in the universe, and hate anything that isn’t like them. They especially hate the Timelords. Even since I can remember, the Daleks have hated the Timelords. But we’ve always managed to avoid conflict as much as possible.”

“But I’m not here to talk about the Daleks or Cyberponies. I’m here to talk about a fellow Timelord. I’ve met him many times in the past, and each time I do, he’s more dangerous. His name…is the Master.”

“I’ve been dealing with the Master ever since I first began traveling. We were once friends when we were little. We would have all kinds of fun. I can’t tell you how many times I had to cover for him so he wouldn’t get in trouble. But, soon that all changed. He began thinking about power, and what it would take to get it. He once led a revolt to kill Lord President Slann. He even tried to convince me to take his place, which I declined. When the plan didn’t go as he hoped, he stole a Tardis and left Gallifrey.”

“After that he traveled the universe, trying to conquer all the planets he could, and extend his own life. I ran into him on a few occasions, and each time I’ve stopped him. But to be fair, he has killed me once. It was a long time ago, with one of my oldest lives.”

“Wait, I haven’t told you about regeneration have I? Silly Me! Well, regeneration is a special little feature that Timelords have. Whenever we are near death, we will be healed. But while we keep our memories, we get a new face and personality. It does feel weird knowing that there are different versions of you out there in the universe, but it’s what you need to do to survive.”

“And the Master can regenerate to. Every time I run into him, he has a new face. But when I met him in my fourth life, he looked like a burnt corpse, and was on his final life. However, he soon took over the body of a man called Tremas. I faced him a few times after that, but as usual, I was always able to defeat him.”

“Oh, it seems that I’ve been talking for too long. I should get on to the story. What is it about your asking, well, it’s about how I once again had to stop the Master? But strangely, this story begins with a trial.

*******

The Shadow Proclamation is basically a Universal Police Force. Their job is to maintain Law and Order over all known universes. The number of laws they have is too big to name, so let’s just stick with a lot.

They have different courtrooms all over the universe. Some are more high authority than others. The one located near Malcassairo is only for the most extreme trials. The ones that deal with creatures that can destroy half a planet if left to their own devices.

So it was a big thing when a trail was being held right in the Proclamations headquarters.

This was an almost impossible occurrence, one that really seemed like a joke. The Shadow Proclamation never held trials in their headquarters. The main reason being that they’ve never had to deal with a criminal that needed him to be where all the Proclamation members were. But this was one criminal that was more deserving of this right than anyone.

*******

The space around the Proclamation was packed with ships. Large ships, small ships, long ships, short ships, battle ships, cargo ships, and much more. It was a good thing that the headquarters is situated on three asteroids, linked together by bridges, this allowed for more space around it. The buildings are towers that point into space that glow the most gorgeous light blue.

But while the area around the Proclamation was full of ships, it wasn’t the most crowded place at the headquarters. The lobby was packed with an assortment of creatures.

The lobby was a large domed area, with tiles and walls that shimmered like a brand new star. The walls were also adorned with pictures of the presidents of the Proclamation throughout the years. The floor was as clear as water, so you could look down at yourself like you were looking into a mirror.

However, it was hard to see the floor right now with all the creatures around. There were Vinvocci, Silurians, Slitheen, Sontarans, Haths, Zygons, and much more. Some her carrying balls of light, which pulsated whenever they shouted something. Some were wearing helmets that had recorders attached to them.

They were all crowding around a pair of large wooden doors. They were elegantly carved, with images of Pegasus flying through the stars, and Unicorns using magic to light up the night. But the doors where being blocked by six ponies in armor. The armor covered every part of their body, and they weren’t moving an inch. These were Judoon, who acted as the cops of the universe. They worked strictly for the Shadow Proclamation, and did what was necessary to fulfill the law.

“Any word on exactly WHO is being sentenced her today” asked a Silurians to one of the guards.

“No Comment” said the guard firmly. The Silurians showed a disappointed face, but was soon pushed out of the way.

“Can we at least have the species of the criminal in question” asked a Hath.

“No Comment” said the Judoon. The Hath was about to speak again, but he too was soon pushed out of the way.

“Explain to me why we can’t just use a lightning grenade to blow this maniac up and rid the universe of him” asked a Sontaran. This was a normal question, seeing as the Sontarans were bred for war.

“All beings are in right to a fair trial by Shadow Proclamation laws” said the Judoon.

The Sontaran and the rest of the crowd groaned. “Why is it that a grenade can’t be the solution to this problem” asked the Sontaran.

“Why is it that he got a decent answer” asked the crowd silently to themselves.

But while the crowd of “reporters” bombarded the Judoon with questions, the trial was taking place inside.

*******

The room was a pit shaped one, with rows of chairs all the way up. The area was intended to be a meeting place of the council for large scale assemblies. Each row had a desk for each chair, and there was a podium halfway around the room. The lighting was darker than the rest of the building, and the atmosphere was all very dreary.

The members of the Shadow Proclamation were all seated in their respected seats. Each one had paper and pens in front of them, and were each wearing the normal black clothing of the Proclamation.

Up in the podium, there was a light blue Pegasus with a white mane, and the number 11 as his cutie-mark. He wore red robes with the symbol of Rassilon, the current Lord President of Gallifrey, on it. A desk name plate sat on the podium reading the name “Judge Riper” in large letters. Judge Riper was concentrating on reading a list that was laid out in front of him.

“Stealing from the Timelord Time Vaults. Stealing a Tardis. Threats of destruction to the planets Gallifrey, Earth, Malcassairo, The Ood Sphere, San Helios, Skaro, The Sontaran Breeding Planet, Kastria, Metebelis Three, and Marinus. Allying with the Daleks, Cyberponies, and Rani. Murder of over Nine Hundred citizens of multiple planets, including Gallifrey Lord President Slann.” Judge Riper took that glass that had been lying on his nose off, set them down on the desk, and looked down at the center of the room. “Do you agree that you have done all of the listed crimes, remembering that you are in a truth field, MASTER” he asked.

Down at the bottom of the pit room was another pony. It was a reddish unicorn, with a grey mane and beard. But his age was showing through those, as a few white hairs could be seen clearly through the grey hair. He wore a simple black shirt; however it did look fairly worn out. Holes in a few places, and some tears as well. His cutie-mark was a pocket watch set to 11 o’clock. But the watch was cracked/split right down the middle.

He was being restricted by cuffs around his leg. They were held together by some kind of laser, and they were around his front and back legs. There was also a ring on his horn. It had strange Gallifrey symbols on it, and each one of them was glowing. There was also a piece of metal on his back that fit perfectly around it. Laser strings were attached to part of the metal, and the other was tied to the platform he was standing on.

The pony, who was named the Master, kept his face aimed at the floor. It was scrunched up in anger, like how someone acts when they are really annoyed. “Yes…I…Do” he said through gritted teeth.

“Good. Do you have any witnesses to call forward that can give us any reason to find you innocent” asked Judge Riper.

The Master’s face scrunched up more, and he bit down harder on his teeth. If he kept this up, they would end up breaking.  “No…I…Don’t” he said.

“Right, well I think we’ve heard here. I now hand things over to the jury to sentence the accused” said Judge Riper as he straightened some papers. The jury stood up and walked out of the room. “Everyone else, please stay in the room while the verdict is reached” said Judge Riper. A few ponies got up and walked about the room, having a chance to stretch their legs after the two hour trial.

But Judge Riper wasn’t walking around; he was looking down at the Master. It was hard to believe that he was actually here, the criminal the Timelords had been chasing for centuries. When he had been told that the Master had been captured near the Pyramids on Earth and was to be given a trail, he had thought it was a joke. Never once had he thought that the Master could actually be caught. But here he was, right here in the Proclamations headquarters being held trial for his crimes. Now, all he wanted was for the renegade Timelord to be given the maximum punishment for what he had done.

*******

It was another half-hour before the jury returned to the room. As they filed in, the looks on their faces said everything. They were all the same, showing content looks. If they were anything to go by, this was going to be a harsh punishment if he was found guilty.

The jury sat down, expect for one at the far left end. Judge Riper turned at looked at him. “Has the jury reached a verdict” he asked.

“We have your honor…we hereby find the Master GUILTY of all charges” said the pony, saying the word guilty with a little more clarification than necessary.

The crowd murmured to each other, but was soon silenced when Judge Riper put his hoof up. He looked over at a unicorn that was next to his podium. “Caring, write this down” he said.

“Yes sir” said Caring, and he used her magic to pick up a quill and hover it over some paper.

“Let it be known that on this day the Master was found guilty of his crimes against the universe” said Judge Riper. Caring quickly wrote this down. Riper looked back at the jury. “And have you decided on his fate” he asked.

The pony was silent for a moment before saying “We hereby sentence the Master to the ultimate punishment for a Timelord” a few ponies in the crowd gasped “…Permanent Death” he said.

The crowd instantly started talking, but once again fell silent when Judge Riper put his hoof up. But someone wasn’t so silent.

“THIS IS AN OUTRAGE, THAT JURY HAS OBVEOUSLY BEEN FORCED TO GIVE THAT PUNISHEMENT. I DEMAND A NEW JURY BE PICKED AND A NEW SENTENCE GIVEN” screamed the Master. He still had on an angry face, but it was now directed towards Judge Riper.

“SILENCE” yelled Riper, pointing a hoof at the Master.

“MAKE ME” the Master screamed back, eyes narrowing.

“Caring” said Riper, looking over at the unicorn next to him.

“Yes sir” said Caring. Then a steam of magic flew through the air and hit a gem that was implanted in the metal the Master was wearing. Instantly, electricity began to flow through his body.

“AAAWWW” he screamed as he leaned over in pain.

“Want to stop talking now” asked Judge Riper. The Master slowly looked up, and his face still showed he was angry.

“Ye…yes” he said, once again through gritted teeth. Judge Riper lifted up his right hoof, and Caring’s magic soon dissipated, and the electricity was cut off. “Huff…that…was…terrible” said the Master, trying to catch his breath.

“Good. Now is seems where we are at the part of the trail where you are executed” said Judge Riper.

But then was voice spoke up “Wait sir, you’re forgetting something” it said.

Judge Riper looked over, and saw a dark green unicorn with a dark brown mane and a sun dial as a cutie-mark standing up. Riper narrowed his eyes “Who are you” he asked.

The unicorn cleared his throat “Uh, Time Marker sir. I’ve been in the Proclamation for a little over ten years. And I see that you, um, forgot something important” he said.

Riper’s eyes opened slightly “Then tell me, what is it that I forgot” he asked. He had never been called out on anything before, so this should be interesting.

“Well, uh, sir, Law 553 of the Shadow Proclamation states that all criminals sentenced to death are allowed to state their final request. And if it is doable, then it is to be granted” said Marker.

The crowd began to murmur again, but this time Riper didn’t silence them. He eyes were back to their normal look, and he was looking at Marker. After about a minute of staring, he put up his hoof, and the room was silent once more.

“Marker, I applaud you for remembering this information, really I do. If it was another trail, I would agree with you. But certainly we can make an exception for this one. He was done things that rank equal with the Daleks and Cyberponies” said Riper.

“To be honest sir, if we can’t grant the final request of all criminals, what right do we have to do it at all” asked Marker.

Judge Riper chuckled, and opened his mouth to argue back. “Yeah, I agree” said a voice. Riper froze where he was, and looked towards the sound. A female ‘earth’ pony with a pink mane and a black coat was standing up.

“So do I” said another voice. It was a Pegasus with red coat and a black mane.

Soon ponies left and right were getting up and saying they agreed. And not long after is started; only four ponies hadn’t gotten up and said they agreed.

Judge Riper was in a tight situation, what was he to do when everyone was telling him to grant the Master his last request, and he knew it was wrong?

“Sir, I highly suggest doing what they say, before this turns into a riot” said Caring, who had also stood up with the others. Riper narrowed his eyes at the crowd, and stood up.

“ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT, I’ll let him have his last request. Now all of you sit down and be SILENT” screamed Riper. The crowd stopped chanting, and slowly sat back down in their seats.

Riper took a deep breath, recomposing himself, and then looked down at the Master. “It seems that a majority of the council want your final request to be fulfilled. So, under Law 553 of the Shadow Proclamation, what is your final request” he asked.

The Master, who had been silent while the council had spoken their minds, looked at the ground. And he continued to look at it for another five minutes, while remaining completely silent.

Soon Riper lost patience. “Are you going to say anything, or are you forfeiting your right to a last request” he asked, his tone higher than usual.

The Master looked up, with a smile now plastered across his face. “I was thinking, but now I have come to a decision” he said.

“Well are you going to wait for the universe to fall apart? SAY IT ALREADY” screamed Riper.

The Master’s smile widened, into a smile that looked more evil than sincere. “I wish for my remains to be returned to my home Planet of Gallifrey” he said.

Judge Riper’s eyes widened in surprise of what he had just heard. It truly was a simple request. It really only seemed logical that the Master would want his final resting place to be his home planet. That’s what most species would want, and to be fair, he was going to suggest that his remains be thrown through a black hole. Riper sat up straighter and cleared his throat. “Well, that seems like a smile enough request. Therefore I approve of it. A ship will be called to bring your remains back” he said.

“Hold it right there judge, I’m not finished yet. You see, I wish for the Doctor to be the one to return my remains to Gallifrey” said the Master, still with that evil smile.

The crowd began talking again, this time louder than before. Riper held up his hand, but only a few stopped talking. “SILENCE” he screamed, and the room soon fell silent once more.  He looked back down at the Master with a scowl “You want the Doctor, your enemy, to bring your remains back to Gallifrey. That seems like a strange thing to ask” he said.

The Master stopped smiling and instead showed a face of disinterest. “Well I don’t see what I can do to him being dead. Plus you can always lock my remains away if necessary. And according to your law, if I heard right, if my last request is doable, then is shall be granted. And I believe this is a doable request” he said.

“He’s right sir; it is doable. Therefore you have to grant it” said Caring, silently enough so only Judge Riper heard.

“Thank…You…Caring” said Riper through gritted teeth. There was nothing he could do; he had to agree with this request. Straightening his suit and clearing his throat, he stood up. “The Master has requested that the Doctor return his remains to Gallifrey. As head of this trial, I hereby…grant the Master his request” he said.

A few ponies in the room stood up and cheered, some clapped their hooves, and others did nothing. The Master smiled, once again looking like one of evil. “I thank you Judge Riper. This truly means a lot to me. I will remember this for the rest of my life” he said.

“Which won’t be much longer. Your final request has been deemed doable, and will be fulfilled”. Now, it was Riper who smiled evilly “Now it is time for your execution. BRING OUT THE EXECUTIONER” he screamed, raising a hoof in the air dramatically.

The whole room was soon filled with the sound of something grinding. It echoed off all of the walls. It was coming from the podium Judge Riper was sitting at, which was directly in front of the Master. Two pairs of doors were opening, slowly, outward towards the Master. When they were fully opened, the only thing on the other side was darkness. Utter and complete darkness…except for a small circular light floating in the empty space.

The Master looked confused “Is the executioner invisible” he asked, peering into the blackness.

Judge Riper’s smiled grew wider “Oh no, he’s visible all right” he looked down “Come on out executioner” he said in a taunting voice. The circular light stayed at the same height, but it began to come closer.

“So how are you going to do it executioner? Stab me, cut my head off, poison me? What exactly are you going to do” asked the Master, his face once again showing disinterest.

“You Will Be EXTERMINATED” said a voice. It was mechanical, like when you type a word into a speak and spell. But this voice sounded evil.

The Master’s eyes widened, and his face fell into one of shock and fear. “It can’t be, impossible” he said.

“But it’s not impossible, MASTER” said Riper, with more evil glee in his voice than a supervillain after destroying his archenemy. And when he finished, the executioner came into the light. It looked like a pepper shaker, with an eye stock on its domed top, and what looked like a plunger and a whisk attached to its middle. It was painted bronze, with the whisk and plunger arm looking silver.

“The Master Will Be EXTERMINATED” said the machine as it rolled closer to the Master.

“NO, PLEASE ANYTHING BUT THIS. WHY ARE YOU HERE, THE DALEKS HATE THE TIMELORDS, AND WE HATE YOU” screamed the Master, who was trying with all his might to back away, but couldn’t with the cuffs on his legs and lasers attached to the metal covering his back. He even tried to use his magic, but the ring on his horn blocked it all.

Judge Riper continued to smile evilly “That’s true Master, we both do hate each other. But just this one time, we found we both have something in common” he said.

“AND WHAT’S THAT” screamed the Master, who was still trying to escape the death machine rolling towards him.

“We both HATE you, and want you DEAD. When the Daleks found out you were being put on trial, they demanded they give you your punishment. And, well, who were we to refuse them joy” asked Riper, and be chuckled evilly, clearing enjoying the Master’s misery.

The Dalek stopped just a foot from the Master, with its eye stock looking directly in-between his eyes. “Any last words Master” asked Riper.

“YES, GET THIS DALEK AWAY FROM ME! PLEASE LET ME DIE ANOTHER WAY” screamed the Master.

“Not exactly what I thought you’d say, but hey; it’s your words” said Riper, then he looked down at the Dalek with that evil smile. “Dalek, take aim” he said. The Dalek’s whisk like weapon moved up slightly, so it was aimed right at the Master.

“NO, PLEASE NO” screamed the Master.

But Judge Riper just smiled as he said that one word. “Fire”.

“EXTERMINATE” screamed the Dalek. The weapon let off a whizzing sound, and a blue laser shot out of the whisk like gun. It made contact with the Master’s body. It lit up like an x-ray, with visible bones outlined by his now blue body.

“AAAWWW” screamed the Master as the Dalek continued to fire. Normally just a quick shot would kill anyone, but to make sure the Master would die, the Dalek had been ordered to keep firing until told to stop.

The continues firing soon caused the Master’s legs to begin to melt. “NO, PLEASE, STOP” screamed the Master, with tears starting to form in his eyes. But the Dalek continued to fire, and his legs continued to melt. Then his stomach and flanks began to melt. “AAAWW-” the Master was cut off as his throat (including his vocal cords) melted. His eyes were wide open while his head and horn melted.

“That’s enough” said Judge Riper, putting his hoof up again. The Dalek turned off his weapon.

The whole room looked down to where the Master had been standing. All that was there were the cuffs, the metal that was covering his back, and a small, smoking, pile of goo. Some ponies in the room had to cover their mouths so they didn’t see their lunch for a second time. And unfortunately some did see their lunch a second time.

Judge Riper looked down at the smoking goo pile with his eyes narrowed. “Finally, the universe is rid of that monster” he said. Right, fun time was over, now he had to get back to work. He looked over at Caring, who was starting to turn green while looking at the smoking goo. “Caring, get the communicator ready, I have a call to make” he said sternly.